Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 94: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (14)

Chapter 94: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (14)

Alex exhaled sharply, a thin mist leaving his lips as the thunder around his blade flickered and dimmed.

As he stopped using the second art, the strain on his hands and his mana reserves was too much to keep the art for a long period.

The furious tide of golden slashes faded. The air, once singing with crackling electricity, fell eerily silent.

But the silence lasted less than a heartbeat.

The Earth army surged again, its formations tightening and adapting, as if the will of Khepri itself coursed through them, which it does.

Thousands of statuesque warriors lunged in unison, an unending tide of spears, blades, and fists.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his body moving before thought.

His katana gleamed—a silver streak cutting through a brown field.

He dashed forward.

One step, two steps, three — each a blur — and his blade cleaved through a stone soldier’s chest, shattering it into an explosion of rubble.

He pivoted, spinning low as a giant mace whistled over his head, the force alone splitting a fissure in the ground behind him.

Without hesitation, he reversed his grip and slashed upward—slicing clean through two more enemies mid-charge.

Another wave came, faster and tighter.

A phalanx formation —shields interlocked, spears thrusting like a forest of death.

Alex met them head-on.

He weaved through the spear tips with impossible grace, his katana flashing in precise, brutal arcs.

Blades sheared through arms, spears snapped in half, and stone helmets cracked and fell.

Yet for every statue he destroyed, three more were replaced.

A hammer the size of a boulder slammed down from above, forcing Alex to sidestep narrowly. The impact cratered the ground, sending a shockwave that threw him off balance for the first time.

The army sensed it.

And they pressed harder.

The battlefield trembled under their assault, clashing rock and metal deafening.

Alex was forced onto the back foot for a moment, deflecting blows instead of striking, parrying a spear thrust here, dodging a crushing swipe.

A stone warrior caught his side with a glancing blow —not deep, as the nano suit seems to have absorbed the attack.

Alex’s gaze darkened, lightning flaring briefly across his shoulders.

He flowed like water.

He slammed his foot down, anchoring himself, then launched into a spinning slash that decapitated the surrounding soldiers in a single whirlwind motion.

Their bodies exploded into shards that rained across the battlefield.

He pushed forward without hesitation, carving through the writhing, endless mass.

Sometimes he struck high, slicing through necks and helmets.

Sometimes he struck low, severing knees, cutting legs out from beneath them.

Every motion was a dance.

A brutal, beautiful dance.

But the army responded with terrifying unity, shifting tactics mid-battle.

They began to box him in, stone walls rising around him like a living maze, cutting off his momentum.

Dozens of warriors funneled him into a narrow kill zone, weapons poised to crush him from all directions.

Alex smiled coldly.

He planted his blade into the ground for a fraction of a second—then launched himself off it, flipping backward over the closing trap.

Midair, he twisted, gripping the katana with both hands.

He brought it down in a single, fluid motion —a thunderclap of force that split the earth and ruptured the trap below.

Stone soldiers were flung away like rag dolls, limbs shattered, torsos obliterated.

He landed in a crouch amidst the destruction, blade humming with barely restrained power.

The battlefield was chaos incarnate.

Cracks snaked through the land for miles, plumes of dust and debris spiraling into the air like smoke from a dying world.

The army reformed again, slower this time, showing the first hints of strain.

Alex rose slowly to his feet, his katana dripping with molten fragments of the statues he’d butchered.

He didn’t pant.

He didn’t grimace.

He simply stared at the next wave — utterly calm, utterly merciless.

And above it all, Khepri watched

From his throne high above the battlefield—a massive seat sculpted from pure earth and shimmering crystal —

Khepri watched.

His brownish eyes, sharp and piercing, narrowed as they followed the dance of carnage unfolding below.

Dust clouds billowed like storms, the ground heaving under every clash.

The world seemed to groan beneath the battle’s weight, with cracks spiderwebbing out for miles.

And amidst that swirling chaos, one figure reigned supreme.

Alex.

Effortless.

Cold.

Relentless.

Above Khepri’s hand tightened around the armrest of his throne, the stone groaning under the pressure.

"So this..." he thought grimly, "...is the power of a demi-god rank talent."

Common sense had no place here.

No training, no years of combat experience could prepare a warrior for a monster like this.

Below, the legions of stone he had summoned — each crafted with his authority,

each imbued with strength, speed, and durability to match a true Grandmaster —

were falling like wheat before a scythe.

Thousands of them.

Erased.

Destroyed.

Without pause.

From a distance, it almost looked easy —

Like Alex was simply cutting through paper soldiers, his blade flashing faster than the eye could track.

But Khepri knew better.

Each statue was a titan unto itself, capable of shattering cities, tearing apart formations of lesser warriors.

And Alex...

was facing thousands of them at once.

No domains to aid them, but sheer numbers, strength, and durability should have been enough to overwhelm even the finest of Grandmasters.

Yet it wasn’t.

Not against him.

Khepri leaned forward slightly, a cold sweat trailing from his brow despite the oppressive heat of his domain.

"If..."

His mind whispered, a dark thought creeping unbidden,

"If this boy were already at the Legend Rank..."

He felt his throat tighten.

The devastation he had unleashed so far — the craters, the collapsed terrain, the shattered earth —was done while being shackled by the limits of a Grandmaster.

If Alex stepped into the Legend realm, where a being’s will could fully manifest laws upon the world itself...

Khepri couldn’t even begin to imagine, as he knew instinctively that the battle would have been different.

The thought made his chest clench —a sensation he hadn’t felt in decades.

Fear.

And beneath that fear...Respect.

True respect, the kind only warriors standing atop their era could give one another.

He tore his gaze from Alex for a moment, glancing down at the earth-forged weapons hovering silently around his throne.

He might have to use them.

Not because Alex had matched him.

Not yet.

But if he didn’t, if he allowed this boy to continue unchecked, there might come a moment — single, fatal moment—where Khepri would lose control of the battle entirely.

And once he lost control against a monster like that...

There would be no regaining it.

As Khepri looked around at the weapons surrounding him, the longer he stayed on his throne, the more weapons were created. Currently, more than a few thousand weapons surround him.

Then he looked down at Alex again, who just got out from an entanglement from the stone warriors.

Khepri rose majestically from his throne. With an intense gaze fixed upon Alex, he lifted his hands high once again, then lowered them with deliberate gravity.

An aura of authority enveloped the scene, akin to a deity bestowing a monumental decree upon mere mortals. In an instant, the clamor of battle escalated; every weapon that had been suspended in the charged air suddenly began plummeting to the ground, adding an explosive layer of chaos to the already tumultuous battlefield.

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